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A Record of A Mortal's Journey to Immortality

Chapter 495: The Mystery of the Scroll 📜

Published: August 28, 2025

Chapter 493: The Mystery of the Scroll

The small arrow had just flown about ten feet away when Han Li flicked it with his middle finger, releasing a straight azure sword qi that struck the little arrow perfectly. It staggered and hesitated for a moment.

That slight delay was all the wailing soul beast needed. The radiant glow it spat out immediately enveloped the arrow.

The magical treasure flashed incessantly, darting left and right within the glowing mist, as if trying desperately to break free.

But the yellow light seemed to have an enormous suction power. No matter how much the arrow struggled, it fluttered around like a headless fly, unable to escape the radiant mist.

Since the wailing soul beast was known as the nemesis of all ghosts, the soul-attracting divine light it spat from its nostrils was not something ordinary.

The arrow’s slow rotation was only delayed by half a beat before hundreds of earth-yellow fine threads shot out from the mist, wrapping tightly around the arrow.

Then, the yellow threads simultaneously pulled—forcefully dragging out a cluster of green light from inside the arrow.

This green light, entangled in those yellow threads, continuously transformed into various insect, fish, bird, and beast shapes, swelling and shrinking erratically, desperately trying to break free.

However, the yellow threads pierced directly into the green light, preventing any escape. They dragged the green glow bit by bit toward the big nostril of the wailing soul beast.

Panic struck the green light cluster. After a brief flicker, it transformed into the face of an aged, gloomy old man within the radiant mist. Trembling, he shouted to Han Li in fear:

“Friend Han, please spare me! If you let me live, I am willing to serve you as a ghost slave for life! I possess countless rare secret techniques and would gladly hand them all over to you! Don’t you want to know the complete profound yin great technique? That extreme yin rebellious disciple—I never taught him the last few layers. And the mysteries of the mysterious soul demon refining great method—don’t you want to learn a bit? Furthermore, although my family estate was seized by Extreme Yin, I still have several secret secluded mansions filled with many secret treasures. I’m willing to offer them all to you…”

The ghostly face sped up his speech, his expression growing increasingly panicked. He even humbly referred to himself as a servant. At that moment, he was only about a foot away from the wailing soul beast’s big nostril.

If he were truly sucked in, even with his soul’s stubborn solidification, there would be no chance of escape or ascension.

Hearing these tempting words, Han Li, whose will was far stronger than ordinary people’s, couldn’t help but feel a stir in his heart, hesitation flickering across his face.

Perhaps sensing Han Li’s hesitation, the ghost face, like grasping at a last straw, howled once more:

“Even if you don’t want these things, don’t you want to know the weaknesses of Extreme Yin’s cultivation techniques? Don’t you want to dispel the tracking mark placed on you?”

Hearing this, Han Li’s eyes flickered several times, his expression finally showing signs of movement.

Han Li sighed softly, clenched the Soul Resonance Orb in one hand, and waved it gently!

The previously raging radiant mist immediately slowed, allowing the ghost face to pause his slide toward the wailing soul beast’s nostril.

Wrapped tightly in yellow threads, the ghost face rejoiced, relaxing somewhat.

“Friend Han, you are truly wise! Leaving me alive will…” The ghost face forced a smile, trying to flatter Han Li.

But at that moment, the wailing soul beast’s nostril sucked hard again. The mist, previously slowed, was now drawn in with three times the force, completely pulling the unsuspecting ghost face inside, with no resistance at all.

Only then did Han Li reveal a cold, mocking smile.

The wailing soul beast seemed to let out a heavy belch from overexertion. Clumsily patting its belly, a humanlike look of satisfaction appeared on its face.